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[color=9214ff]Jackson Willis, The Terror[/color]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Dock 32A, floating like a freak
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Amado, Lisa, Nyt[/center][hr]



	Jackson was silently floating over towards the docks with nonchalance, his dark clothes and the cover of night kept him virtually unseen unless light glinted off one of three chains that were hanging from his belt and shone beams down below. Being a ghost was kinda fun when you could more or less fly with enough concentration. He stayed the hell away from the road to keep people from noticing him and promptly wrecking (which has happened before), but close enough to follow the street lights to his destination. The lights were kinda pretty from the side of the road on a night this clear, he should come on floaty strolls like this more often.

	Jackson was kinda getting bored with how long he was taking to get to this damned place, but he saw the small lights of the dock just a little ahead and figured it wasn't going to be boring for much longer. He silently fell from the sky when he hit the side of the docks and covered himself behind some of the storage containers spread about and slowly made his way to the pier in which he was set to meet up with people. Previous experience told him that he had to make sure it wasn't a trap. There was this one time he was taking down this big ass kingpin who was screwing over people through offering to pay for their child's medical bills, and, long story short, he almost got blown to bits in the middle of a cemetery... That was a fun day, decayed flesh everywhere, and dogs. Dogs like burying bones... Oh god that hurt his insides thinking how funny that night was.

	Jackson came out on the other side of of one of the storage containers and saw the pier in which he was supposed to go. Only two people were standing there and they seemed kinda stuffy. "Ah come on, I bet they have ice cubes stuck in their asses," he told himself jokingly to try and sooth the nerves of his that were going out of control. [color=9214ff]"Butt fuck it, let's get this show on the damned road."[/color]

	Without further adue, Jackson floated up into the sky once again and  turned upside down so his head was facing down. He crossed his legs and acted like he was sitting down... upside down in the air. His chains kinda came lose and dangled about as he made his way over to the pier silently giggling to himself. [color=9214ff]"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yo."[/color] he said from quite a far above their heads with a smile on his face. [color=9214ff]"Sup, sluts."[/color] He wore a goofy smile on his face and just kinda sorta waved. Birdseye views were fun... why didn't he float more often again?